Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Tuvalu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Moon to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
the Association,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Pretty Things,
Dawn Penn,
Grandmaster Flash,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Real Kids,
Arcadia,
Index,
Television Personalities,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
John Cale,
Letta Mbulu,
The Motions,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
The Five Americans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Underground Resistance,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Todd Terry,
The Stooges,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Finger,
Donald Byrd,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nik Kershaw,
Skarface,
The Neon Judgement,
Ultra Naté,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Joyce Sims,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Womack,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skaos,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
Joensuu 1685,
Amon Düül,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.